Natsume is kidnapped once again by Matoba. Funny Nyanko-sensei of course. NO yaoi, but one sided foe yay from Matoba. Rated T for future chapters. Title is inspired an awesome amv I saw with the song which seems to have been taken down unfortunately.

Chapter 1: Quiet Dinner

"Takashi-kun! Dinner!" shouted Touko from downstairs.

Natsume looked up from his homework as Nyanko-sensei bolted out the door. "Squuuiiiiiiiid….!"

Natsume gave a small chuckle and stood. But there was a tap on his window.

"Natsume-sama…" said a thin-faced ayakashi wearing black robes.

"Would you like me to-" Natsume began.

"Return my name please…" said the ayakashi.

Natsume sighed. "Can you wait until after I'm finished eating? Touko-san will wonder where I am."

"Do as you must…" he said and the thin face faded into the dark.

Ever since he was small he has sometimes seen strange things. As it seems other people cannot see them they are most likely what you would call ayakashi.

They ate dinner with laughter. And with Nyanko-sensei indulging in his fourth helping, Natsume felt himself full.

"Thank you for dinner."

"It was my pleasure Takashi-kun. If you don't have you're strength you won't do well in school!" She covered her mouth and laughed. Natsume smiled.

"She's right Takashi," said Shigeru, "you're so thin. You need good food."

Natsume turned to his side and saw Nyanko-sensei smirking happily at him.

"Twig boy…" muttered the cat.

"Well you're fat!" Natsume shouted back.

Touko and Shigeru looked at him, confused why he was yelling at the cat.

"I mean... I have to finish my homework. Bye!"

Natsume ran off with Nyanko-sensei following close behind.

Touko and Shigeru exchanged confused glances.

"Sensei! Look what you've done!"

Sensei trotted to the closet. "That was you're fault, twig boy!"

"Are you going to start calling me that now?"

"Yep!" replied Nyanko-sensei, pulling out a bottle of sake from behind the door.

Natsume put his hand over his face. "Of course you are."

TAP TAP TAP.

Natsume looked back to the window and saw the thin-faced ayakashi once again. Oh yeah, he thought, I almost forgot. He walked over and opened his window. Sensei, who was drowning down sake looked over as Natsume blew the name back to its owner.

"WAAHH! Giving away another name! I'll eat you!"

"Thank you Natsume-sama…" said the youkai as he faded away once more. Natsume fell onto his side.

Nyanko sensei walked over and hit him three times with his paw. "One of these days I'll grow tired of you and swallow you whole!"

"You'll have to stop drinking long enough first," he retorted.

An increasingly drunk Madara who happened to be cradling his sake from the same spot he'd been in previously looked up. "Wah?..."

Returning names to youkai is always so tiring, he thought. He crawled to his mattress and collapsed onto it, his eyes becoming heavier each passing moment.

Natsume was running through the forest again. Something was chasing him. A youkai? Yes, it was most certainly a youkai, but it felt different somehow. It felt familiar, terrifyingly familiar. It was catching up, he could hear and feel it behind him, coming closer every moment…

Natsume woke with a start. It was just a dream, he thought, relaxing, but only slightly. There was something in the air. That familiar feeling he felt in his dream. What was it? He looked all around his room. His eyes passing over his desk, his closet, the corners of his room so dark it was almost unnatural. At first he thought them to be shadows, but then they moved. The white-robed youkai servants of Matoba flew towards him.

Natsume jumped from his bed. "Sensei!" he shouted. But Sensei did not wake up. The stupid pig-cat had drunk too much this time. Natsume shook him.

"Nyanko-sensei!" but it was to no avail.

The servant youkai turned towards Natsume and lunged. Pulling his arm back, Natsume hit the youkai in the face, shattering his mask, but from behind a black arm wrapped around his neck and pulled. He was being dragged to the open window. Natsume choked but couldn't shout for help. The other servant youkai was now standing and picked up Natsume's legs to assist the other. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't breathe, and the room was turning dark. His head was spinning. Then everything went black. Matoba's servants dragging his limp body outside.